Bound By Chains

(Somewhere

else . . .)

“Hey, you

got the money ready.”

‘I said DO

YOU HAVE THE FUCKING MONEY READY!”

“Y-yes Sir.”

“Hand it

over!”

“Ok.”

“Our plan

will be taking place soon.”

“Yes Sir!”

(Isamu’s POV)

I entered my house, he was gone yet again, I haven’t seen for the last day and

a bit. I don’t know where he is, but at least he’s not near me.

I headed up

towards my room to get changed into my work clothes. My shift didn’t start

until later today. I would be receiving my pay today, hopefully it should be

enough to hold of the eviction notice, as it was due in 12 days.

I finished

getting ready then I headed of towards my workplace. Yet again it was one of

those day that seem forever to go by. Today had even less customers than

yesterday, that was probably due to the rain. Not many people go out when it’s

raining or if it going to rain.

I got out

the broom and began to dust the store floor, clearing out the dirt that people

walk in. Though it was pointless, it gave me something to do. I closed shop,

unfolded my umbrella.

It was

lightly pouring, cars driving over puddles, splashing water everywhere, a soft

strumming noise of rain droplets spitting on the nearby roofs. Headlights off

the cars that were traveling past reflecting off the water that was pooled in

the potholes.

A distant

rumbling of thunder could be heard off in the distance, slowly approaching

nearer. Miniscule echoes of footsteps could be made out as my shoes hit the

pavement.

The over as

sky was slowly turning dark as nightfall was arriving. A dull glow was emitted

as the moon had begun to rise into the sky.  A familiar truck was parked outside of the house.

I knew what

that meant, looks like he was back from his campout, maybe even brought a ‘trophy’

back. I entered the house, hanging the keys back in their rack to their respective

places.

I threw my

clothes into the laundry basket as I laid out my pyjamas to get changed into. I

switched on the bathroom light, turning on the shower.

(End of

POV)

Both boys were

finishing up for the day, both overthinking, analysing their previous

interactions, conversations worried about their different problems, yet not so

different itself.

The fear of

loss, abandonment among numerous other fears running rampant in their brains.

Afraid of the unknown, never knowing what to do next, or what’s install for them.

These fears

imprinted in their brains from pain, from different causes. Trying to find an

excuse to keep on holding onto the railings, pull yourself up from the train tracks.

(Katsumi’s

POV)

Small trails

of rain sliding down on my window.

*Sigh*

‘Please

how do I act, just tell me what I should do. How do, do I trust again. I sick

of staying up all night trying to figure out how to build myself back up again.

These walls, no chains are stronger than iron, keeping me from being hurt by my

own emotions. A puppet dangling, holding onto a tread of cotton that is slowing

thinning with each Knick until its breaks.’

Countless

nights I’ve tried to compress the past only firing them up more. My emotions submerged

in a ghost of itself. A shell.

(Isamu’s POV)

I wrapped a towel

around my waist while drying off my hair. ’Sorry for being so worthless, sorry

that I could make it in time.’

Only faint

shadows were left of the bruises. I laid out the multiple study books as I started

on book No*1 Maths. I wasn’t the most studious or prestigious student in my

class, but I always tried my best to put 120% into everything I do. I believe

that I would lose myself in the process if I didn’t keep in touch with reality.

The storm

would be set in for days, along with the lasting weather warnings. The black

curtains were blowing around in with the wind, knocking a few pens off the

desk, along with some sheets of paper.

“CLUNK”

I heard a

heavy object drop nearby, followed by a couple of inaudible words. I closed my

book shut and slipped into bed. I stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance

across the wall.

’I wish

that I could say that I’m proud, that I don’t regret my actions. I sorry that I

let them down.’

There are as

many ‘what if’ situations as the stars, and I think that I’ve

contributed to quite a few of those ‘what ifs’.  All those possible actions, or motions I could

have made to change something, to prevent an event to go ahead.[g1] I took in a

deep breath in, and slowly released as the soft rain drumming on the roof

lulled me to sleep, forgetting todays events as the outside was being drown out.

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